The Silent Wood
In silent woods where whispers glide, I stroll among the gnarled old trees; With every step, the earth’s soft sigh, Brings solace borne upon the breeze.
The sunlight dapples on the ground, A golden quilt of light and shade; And in this sacred, hallowed ground, I find my thoughts from worry laid.
Each leaf a prayer, each branch a guide, In nature’s arms, I am unchained; For in her stillness, all collide, As heart and earth become unfeigned.
- Thomas Woolner